it's closing time and a wellknown fact
is that life is very short
it's closing time says the band
and it seems that life is very short

the baker in town was fat as a cow
at the end of the day he ate all remains
the baker in town was murdered one day
an order was left of 2

The night she died in the rented room
as the whole town was sleeping
she held her breath like a star in bloom
could burn down tomorrow

The summer breeze was caressing me
as I walked through the market
the golden light of a friend beside
had died out for good

No, nothing can amaze me
cause everything's behind me
no, nothing else can please me
since all I had been said free

my dad, the best dad that I've had
don't care about nothing
he's not even working
he's not only my dad
the best friend that I've had
don't think that he's a mad dad

his dad is sleeping with boots on
it makes us start wonder
'cause there is no thunder
according to my dad
don't think he's a mad dad
it's only some tigers he's got in our shed

my dad, the best dad that I've had

you've seen life through distorted eyes
you know you had to learn
the execution of your mind
you really had to turn
the race is run the book is read
the end begins to show
the truth is out, the lies are old
but you don't want to know

nobody will ever let you know
when you ask the reasons why
they just tell you that you're on your own
fill your head all full of lies

seems hard to understand
I think no one can
not anyone I know
no, wait I think I know
one who does
at least that's what he says

and what I mean is what I say
but I've got thoughts left anyway

seems hard to understand
I'm not sure myself
sure of what to think
I know I should trust myself
at least that's what he says

seems hard to understand
I think no one did
not anyone I knew

he's lonely
sitting by the river
awakened by the horses
in circles
running in the circus

his red nose
looking damaged in the mirror
cause no one has replace it
he's dressed now
ready to make fun now

he loves Sundays
in every place
where his circus stays
he loves Sundays

he is lonley
sitting by the river
still broken,
undressed now,
ready for a new town

they love his show
their favourite part

Once he gets a mystic call
jump into his motorcar
Once we're rolling down the road
he's forgotten where to go

Travelling with Charley
my detective darling

My agent hasn't solved a case
My agent never finds a trace
but Charley has always style
Charley is always nice

poor Charley
He would be nothing without me

Once I clear his memory
betcha he'll crash into a tree